Hello and welcome a new series I'm creating titled The Song Series! This idea came about years ago since most of my writing is inspired or influenced by music, but I never ended up doing it (remember the Secret Love Song story?). I finally got inspi...
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This story was inspired by the song by Maddie & Tae. Word Count: 7800. Contains smut (18+ only please)
"Gabs..." I faintly heard in the distance as thick strands of sleep threatened to pull from my heavy eyelids. I thought I was still dreaming, so I rolled over, hoping to continue the fantastic scenario I was already starting to forget.
"Gabby," I heard again, much clearer this time, and I knew I was no longer on the red carpet next to my new BFFs Lizzo and Alexa Chung.
A hand tapped me on my shoulder, and with a groan, I lifted my comforter over my head, hoping to return to flashing lights and high heels, but for which event I was unsure.
"GABRIELLA!" the determined voice shouted, pulling the covers from my grip and forcing me to blink several times.
"What the fuck?" I pouted, finally realizing the light was not from cameras but from my roommate's cell phone.
"God, you sleep like the dead!" exclaimed Angie. "I can't believe you can't hear your phone."
"I have it on vibrate," I muttered sleepily, my eyes still mere slits as I tried to reach for my cell on my nightstand.
"So, I can hear it from the bathroom!" my roommate continued. "It's been going off for like the last fucking hour! Somebody's obviously trying to get a hold of you."
"You've been in the bathroom for an hour?" I asked smugly, knowing she had been exaggerating in typical Angie fashion. I didn't need to look at her to know she was rolling her eyes.
"Oh!" I sounded when I inspected the screen. "It's Harry!"
With a huff, Angie crossed her arms. "Doesn't he know some people sleep at night?"
"He's in London," I told her. "It's already morning there."
"Even worse," she spat. "He's famous but still doesn't know about time differences."
"Shh," I waved her off as I tried to listen to the voicemail Harry had left. With another look of disgust, Angie turned for the bathroom that separated our rooms.
"G'night, Gabs. Tell your boyfriend to get a watch," I heard her say before shutting the door behind her.
Shaking my head, I caught the tail end of Harry's message, then played it back once more.
"Gabs, it's me!" he greeted, sounding chipper. I sometimes hated him for his effortless ability to be pleasant before 10AM. "I just...wanted to talk to you. You're probably asleep, sorry. Sometimes I forget. Give me a ring if you're still awake though. 'Bye."
Though that was the only voicemail he'd left, I had three missed calls from him, and two texts.
Hey! Are you there?
Call me when you get this.
Eager to hear what news Harry had to tell me, I pressed the screen to call his number. He answered after the first ring.
